On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve practice knives Eleven decks of cards Ten rounds of Bas Nine focus mitts Eight yellow guns Seven tombstone pads Six kick shields Five decks of cards Four boxing gloves Three gum shields Two shin guards A brace for my bad right knee.
There is just NO good way to pronounce “Uranus,” is there? (more…)
The authorities have seen fit to transfer me from this prison to another facility. Likely I will be sent to the execution chamber, and this will be my final entry unless I can make good my plans to escape.
This is the final warning you are going to receive from me, do you get me?
apt-get install coffee